The Kingdom Ch. 02

"This whole clueless routine of yours is adorable, Red," Tasha said, chuckling. "But the community theater act isn't working on me. Playing ignorant just makes me more excited to start your training."

Training? I didn't even want to think about what she meant by that.

Just then, I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard twigs snap behind us. I spun around in my crouched position to see three men with reflective orange vests walking casually toward us. I screamed in panic and scrambled to my feet. But I instantly felt myself get yanked back down by my collar.

"Relax, crazy," Tasha said, "They're not here for us. They're gamesmen." Terrified, I glanced back and forth between the men and Tasha. "They're here to collect her," Tasha nodded toward the woman kneeling up ahead.

The men walked by us, each glancing down and smiling dickishly. I heard one of them whistle down at us.

"Morning slaves," he said.

"Fuck you," Tasha replied.

It dawned on me that if it weren't for the fact that she was holding me hostage, Tasha seemed like someone I'd get along pretty well with. The three men chuckled and walked past us toward the woman kneeling in the clearing.

"Might as well wait here for a bit," Tasha mumbled. "The safest place to be is a recent capture site. Hunters never think to sweep the area after a capture. What are the odds another woman would be nearby?"

We waited in our huddled position behind the brush as the gamesmen approached the kneeling woman. I saw the one of them take out a smartphone of sorts and hold it against the woman's collar. Suddenly, the blinking red lights on her collar changed from blinking to solid red. Then, the man pulled off his backpack and took out what looked like a leash. After he clipped it to the woman's collar, he pulled up to her feet, and began leading her and his goons back towards us in the direction they came.

"Alright," Tasha said quietly. "Time to move."

I felt a light tug on my collar, signaling me to stand to my feet. This leash business was definitely getting old. But in comparison to what I saw that other girl go through, I realized I definitely had the better end of the deal. Eventually, the goal would be to escape from Tasha. But for now, I had to try to convince her that we were in this together. So, I dutifully followed my "mistress's" lead.

We walked in silence for what felt like an hour. My feet ached from stepping on the harsh forest terrain. Ever other minute or so, we heard another foghorn sounding through the trees. Sometimes, the there were multiple foghorns in a row. The number of captures had to be in the 70's by now.

Tasha was slightly taller than me, so I had to take longer strides to keep up. Which was difficult in the tall grass we suddenly found ourselves wading through. The Ben Wa butt-plug was driving me crazy! Aside from the fact that my asshole felt chaffed from being made to walk with it in my ass, the unwanted stimulation was downright infuriating. Distracting as fuck, but not intense enough to bring me to climax. The result was an endless state of undesired arousal that never seemed to subside. And to make matters worse, it appeared to be affecting me far more than Tasha. Every couple minutes, I needed to stop and bend over, pressing my knees together to stabilize myself and stop the balls from vibrating. Tasha would always wait a few moments to let me regain my composure, but then I'd feel a gentle tug on my collar.

"C'mon, Red," she'd encourage me. "We gotta keep movin'."

I followed her instructions and trudged along. The pain from having my jaw locked open was also becoming more than I could handle. It felt almost as if my jaw was numb and on fire at the same time.

"Gad oo tak hy gag aw?" I asked. Tasha ignored me. "Atha," I said louder. Tasha turned to look at me, "Gad oo tak hy gag aw?"

Tasha shook her head sympathetically. "Sorry Red," she replied. "If you get caught without your gag, hunters would know I'm nearby."

"Ut? Oww?!" I asked.

"Think about it," she shot back, "You can't unbuckle your own gag. Not without the use of your hands. And it's impossible for your hands to be freed without an unlocking station. And seeing as no hunter would ever remove your gag and set you free without claiming you, the only explanation left would be that another contestant, me, found you and unbuckled your gag for you. If you got captured without a gag, they'd know I was nearby and would proceed to scouring the area in search of me."

"Or huck thake, Atha!" I shouted at her, "I gant heel hy awl!"

Tasha tugged on the leash, making the collar dig into the back of my neck. "First off," she growled, "-it's Mistress Tasha. The sooner you start addressing me properly, the easier your training will be." I could feel my face flushing with anger. I was never going to call this bitch Mistress.

"And believe it or not," she continued, "-your jaw will stop hurting once it finally goes entirely numb. Trust me. I'm a returning contestant. I'd know."

I stamped my foot in anger and leaned backward away from the leash. "Uck oooo!!" I shouted.

Tasha turned abruptly, grabbing my nipple harshly. Her pleasant demeanor had turned angry and for the first time, I could see fire in her eyes. "Raise your voice like that again, and I'll make sure-"

But before she could finish, I suddenly felt pain like I'd never experienced before. Jolts of electricity pelted my neck and anus simultaneously. I screamed in agony and fell to the ground, twitching. I instinctively curled into a fetal position on the ground, still trembling from the pain. Tasha dropped to the ground next to me. She didn't appear to have been shot.

"Stay completely still," she whispered in my ear. "Trust me. Do not move a muscle."

I panted and sputtered in my fetal position as Tasha scurried away, keeping low beneath the tall grass. After a few seconds, she was gone. That Bitch! For a split second, I thought maybe she was interested in actually helping me! Of course she was only interested in saving her own ass! I rolled onto my back, staring up into the sky. My neck and ass still ached from the electricity that had pelted me only moments earlier. Then I heard the voices. Male voices echoed across the clearing.

"Two in one!"

"Did we get 'em both?!"

"Damn straight. 1 black and 1 redhead"

I held my breath, praying silently that they got lost in the tall weeds. But moments later, I saw a man with a buzzed haircut, dressed in camouflage walk into my field of vision. He appeared to be in his mid-30's and had the look of a navy seal.

"Daaaaamn," he said stepping over to me. "That's an affirmative on the redhead." A moment later, he was joined by a second man. An African American man with similar build and attire.

He whistled as he scanned my body with his eyes. "Where's your friend, baby girl?" I glared up at him in silence. He smirked and began scanning the area. "She can't have gotten far."

No sooner did he finish the sentence, however, I heard rustling from behind them. The white guy suddenly shouted out in pain, dropping his electric rifle to the ground and falling to his knees. The black guy spun around, only to be roundhouse kicked in the face by a slender naked black foot. The white guy frantically reached for his electric rifle but I saw Tasha dive, tuck and roll, snatching it away from his grasp. With lightning speed, I saw her raise the gun and hit him square in the temple with the blunt side.

Just then, Tasha recoiled in pain, dropping the gun and twitching as she fell on her side. My eyes darted over to the black guy who was aiming his rifle squarely at Tasha. He stood to his feet and stepped over her, with his back to me, frantically unbuckling his pants with one hand. The other hand held the gun pointed at Tasha. Tasha continued twitching and spasming on the ground. The fucker was holding down the trigger. Shaking his trousers to the ground, he dropped to his knees, poised to claim his victim from behind.

I'm not sure if it was adrenaline or courage, but I suddenly found myself standing on my feet and running straight at him. It happened so quickly, that I shocked even myself. My knee collided hard with the side of his face and I tripped over him, landing ungracefully in the tall grass. I frantically twisted around to see if he was still conscious. I looked up just in time to see Tasha's heel land firmly on the base of his neck causing him to slump over silently next to his friend.

My heard was beating out of my chest. We'd just taken down the both of them! Two petite, unarmed women, one of whom was bound and gagged had just overpowered two navy seal-type men with guns! Tasha took no time to gloat. She jumped to her feet, lifted me by the torso, and started printing into the trees, leash in hand. I had no trouble keeping up now, given the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins.

We continued sprinting through the forest for what felt like 10 minutes. Both of us seemed to be on the same page. Get as far away from those two as fast as humanly possible. The worse possible scenario for either of us would be getting running into those assholes again. I shuttered to imagine what payback would look like. Each time we heard a foghorn, we seemed to pick up speed. We continued running until approached a stream.

Tasha jumped down the bank, splashing into the water. Not wanting the leash to give me whiplash, I joined her in the water which came up to just below my knees. The ice-cold water felt glorious against my raw bare feet. I hadn't realized until that moment how many scrapes and cuts I'd accumulated during our hike. Still panting, Tasha ducked beneath what looked like a small cliff on the side of the creek-bed. Tree roots provided shelter from at least one of the sides.

"In here," she panted. I joined her beneath the cliff and stooped low behind the tree roots. "Let's rest here for a little while." I didn't argue. I couldn't ever remember running that fast for that long. A rest break was very necessary.

We remained in the creek until we'd both stopped panting. Tasha passed the time by cupping the water with her hands and drinking. I glared at her jealously, knowing that drinking would prove far more difficult for me. Tasha looked up at me between drinks and nodded down to the water.

"Better hydrate, red," she said.

"Ow?" I shot back snarkily.

Tasha shrugged. "Okay. Don't hydrate. Your call."

I rolled my eyes. Fuck her and her free hands. I was gonna have to lap up the water like a fucking dog. A dog suffering from lock-jaw. I gingerly knelt down in the water and bent my head forward. I looked toward Tasha, silently hoping that somewhere in there was a woman who cared enough about me to help. After a few seconds, I gave up hoping and tried to hydrate on my own. After some trial and error, I found that my tongue was useless. I had more luck just dipping my entire chin underwater and letting the water flow in.

After a few minutes, I felt Tasha tug on my leash again. She stood up and stepped upstream of me. "Go ahead and use the bathroom and then we'll move out," she said.

Now she was telling me when to go to the bathroom? The nerve of this bitch! Every ounce of me wanted to fight til the death. But I kept promising myself that it was only temporary. There was no point taking a stand against this bitch in my current state. I'd have to wait until the odds were stacked more in my favor. I decided to take her up on her advice and pee. After a few seconds, I straightened up and stepped over toward Tasha.

"Alright," she said, "let's keep moving."

I followed her to the creek bank and climbed back onto dry ground. I winced as my sore feet returned once more to the rough forest terrain. As we headed deeper and deeper into the forest, I couldn't help thinking that we were starting to walk in circles. Everything was starting to look the same and for the first time, I began to feel grateful that there were GPS trackers embedded in our collars. Without them, there's a strong chance that the both of us would end up dying out here.

"Sweet Christmas," Tasha mused under her breath, stopping dead in her tracks.

I stopped as well, fearing the worst. But as I followed Tasha's gaze, I was able to make out a glimmer of green light shining through the trees. While an unlocking station was certainly preferable to a hunter, it meant beginning my three months of slavery to Tasha. Three months of god only knows what... Whether I liked it or not, the time had finally come for me to make a move...

I briefly weighed the pros and cons of running away full speed and screaming at the top of my lungs. Would Tasha risk chasing a shrieking woman in the opposite direction of an unlocking station? Or would she simply sprint to the unlocking station, free herself, and then proceed to come hunt me down? She'd already proven to be incredibly fit. With the combination of her athleticism and my current state, I feared that recapturing me would be only too easy for her. My only hope was to figure out a way to get to the unlocking station first... My next decisions were crucial. I had to think. I had to come up with a plan...

Tasha began to jog toward the green light, pulling me along with her by the leash. With each stride, I could feel my window of opportunity growing smaller. If I was going to make a move, it had to be now... Scanning the terrain, desperate for inspiration, I spotted a boulder just up ahead, protruding out from the ground. If I managed to steer Tasha close enough to that boulder, I could try tripping her into it. Maybe- just maybe- there was a chance of Tasha hitting her head and knocking herself out. It was a long shot, but it was the only plan I could come up with on the spot. So I put the plan into play.

With all the subtlety I could muster, I started to veer to my left, applying pressure to my leash. To my pleasant surprise, Tasha seemed to follow my pull and run at a slight angle toward the boulder. My heart skipped, suddenly feeling more confident in my plan. This could possibly work! I felt Tasha applying more and more resistance to my leash. But with each stride, I managed to pull us closer in the direction of the bolder. I mentally prepared myself for the fast-approaching moment when I would have to trip my mistress.

12 feet, 9 feet, 6 feet. It was now or never. I held my breath and made my move. Sprinting up behind Tasha, I landed a swift, hard kick to the side of her left knee. Tasha screamed in agony, toppling forward and flying head-first into the boulder. Everything happened too fast to comprehend. Tasha instinctively let go of my leash and tried to catch her fall by extending out her arms. But she was falling to quickly and didn't have enough time to keep herself from colliding into the bolder. It looked like her head made contact, but it was difficult to tell. Unable to slow my momentum, I leapt over her, maintaining my speed. I had no idea if Tasha was okay, but I couldn't afford to look back to check. My freedom depended on making it to that unlocking station first. Nothing else mattered.

Digging deep, I sprinted with all of my might toward the tree trunk that harbored the green light. Sheer adrenaline drove me forward. I don't think I'd ever been more exhausted. I'd always been fit, but I wouldn't ever have considered myself an athlete. I certainly wasn't a runner. But in this instance, I'm sure I could have fooled anyone. The stakes couldn't have possibly been higher.

Less than 15 feet away, I could see the rubber dildo protruding from the tree. I was almost there! But my heart suddenly dropped as I felt my foot catch on a tree root beneath me. I tripped, falling face first to the ground, tumbling and flipping ungracefully across the dirt. I shrieked in pain and frustration as I scrambled to get up, but as I said earlier, this was not the easiest task for someone who was wearing an armbinder. A few seconds later, I planted my feet beneath me and stood up. I willed myself forward once more as I heard the flutter of footsteps rapidly approaching from behind me.

Less than a few yards from the tree, I suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and tackle me to the ground. I screamed, thrashing and kicking frantically. This wasn't happening! This wasn't happening! I shrieked helplessly and rolled over to see Tasha's bloody face looking down at me. Her lip appearing to be busted and was dripping red blood. She scrambled up to straddle my torso and glared down at me.

"Not smart, Red!" she spat, yanking my leash harshly. "Not smart at all. You have no idea how much worse your life just got. Get up, slut!"

She stood up and pulled the leash upright. I started to sob. This wasn't happening! I was so close! I was only yards away from the unlocking station! How could I have tripped?! How could I have been so clumsy?! I was so CLOSE!! The waterworks finally kicked in and I started to bawl.

"Shut up!" Tasha yelled as she stepped up to the tree, positioning herself in front of the dildo. "I have no sympathy for your stupid ass. You deserve every bit of what's in store for you."

Tasha inched closer to the angled dildo, spreading her labia with her free hand. Then, she gently lowered herself. I watched helplessly as my new mistress impaled herself upon the final key to her freedom...

But then, something unexpected happened. Just as Tasha's clit hit the base of the dildo, her collar began to blink red. Both of our gazes shot up to the sky as the sound of a loud fog horn echoed through the trees. Tasha's face turned puzzled and focused her eyes on the metal box in front of her. The bulb continued to shine green.

"What the fuck?" she said to herself. She stood up straight and began trying to unlatch her chastity belt. Nothing budged. She glanced back and forth from the belt to the metal box. "What the FUCK?!"

Just then, her gaze lowered to the dildo that she'd just climbed off of. Her eyes narrowed and she squatted down to take a closer look. I inched closer to do the same. Reaching forward, Tasha lifted from the base of the dildo what appeared to be a black cock-ring...

"No..." Tasha said in disbelief, "No..." Tasha straightened up, fear spreading across her face. "Bullshit. This is BULLSHIT!"

I stared at the cock-ring in her hand, still trying to grasp what was happening. Tasha spun around, shrieking at no one in particular.

"This is CHEATING!! HUNTERS CAN'T BOOBY-TRAP UNLOCKING STATIONS! THAT'S FUCKING CHEATING!!!"

My eyes opened wide as I finally understood what had happened. Some hunter had apparently planted his cock-ring around the dildo so that when a woman found it, she'd essentially capture herself for him...

It was actually kinda brilliant. Sick and twisted as fuck, but brilliant, nonetheless. Whoever had thought of this this had accurately predicted that the woman who found it would never think to pause and inspect the unlocking station before using it. She'd just eagerly hop on, no questions asked.

"THIS ISN'T FAIR!" Tasha continued screaming to no one in particular, "I'M NOT ACCEPTING THIS SHIT! YOU HEAR ME?! I DON'T ACCEPT-" Tasha was suddenly cut short by what appeared to be electricity coursing through her neck and anus. She collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably. Her GPS chip had detected her travelling outside of her 3-foot perimeter.

My heart suddenly jumped out of my chest. This was my chance! The moment I needed! Pouncing forward, I dropped to my knees, and thrust my head downward towards the, now cock-ring-less dildo. I quickly gulped down the ribbed rubber dildo, tasting the recently deposited sweat of Tasha's pussy. The shaft was longer than I had originally realized and my gag reflex kicked in just as my ring-gag made contact with the dildo's base.